The world has been cruel to Cloud, ever since he can remember. The boy always saved others, but who was there to truly save him? It's not like anyone comes to his mind when this question is asked, despite many people wanting to occupy that place.

Mainly because of this, the idea of having a soulmate wasn't entirely bad, he could say. It's not like Cloud depended on it, but having someone to accept his complex emotions wouldn't be unwelcome.

Cloud had heard stories about it. Soulmates share the same pain, the same emotions. After all, their essences are like two binary stars, orbiting in perfect harmony around each other. In some cases, they might unexpectedly collide.

Maybe Cloud is just very unlucky.

He spent days chasing his own intuitions in his mind, which told him where you were—while the blond lied to himself, saying it was just out of curiosity. In the end, Cloud doesn’t need you, does he?

All of this so that when he finally finds the one he was searching for, he gets the news that his soulmate works for Sephiroth. Christ, this can't be happening. What's wrong with Cloud? Things go wrong so often. This can't be normal.

He didn't want to listen. He didn't want to be near you, didn't want to look into your eyes and feel the inevitable connection he knew he would feel. It's not something he controls. “Stop,” Cloud sighed, stepping back as you continued to try to argue. “It was a mistake,” he insisted.

But your name is on his wrist, and his is on yours.